SPITTA
To be quite frank with you, if I don't get hold of some money by to-night, the few books and other possessions I have will be attached for rent by my landlady and I'll be put into the street.
JOHN
I thought your father was a preacher.
SPITTA
So he is. But for that very reason and because I don't want to become a preacher, too, he and I had a terrible quarrel last night. I won't ever accept a farthing from him any more.
JOHN
[Busy over his drawing.] Then it'll serve him right if you starve or break your neck.
SPITTA
Men like myself don't starve, Mr. John. But if, by any chance, I were to go to the dogs—I shouldn't greatly care.